[-Nathan H King: text]: You were yelling at the cops across the street saying they were at the wrong party.
[text: Nathan The Ice King] …Are you sure that was me?
A long heavy sigh left him and he shook his head. “Not really.” He just didn’t like them. So if they could be avoided, they would be. “So don’t worry you aren’t going to end up killing me.” He sat up properly, the smell of the food reaching his nose, waking him up even if just slightly. “I don’t wanna overstay my welcome but could I possibly sleep here tonight? Go home tomorrow instead?”
" ‘course, y’can stay here ‘s long y’ like." He’d eventually have to clear out the guest room if it were more than a couple nights. The place was still filled with guitars and clothes that clearly weren’t his. Stuff left by Becca who, after some trouble with her parents, had found herself an apartment in the city to live instead. Her stuff was just still plastered about Nathan’s house, drifting around left and right. ”..I’ll get y’ some clean sheets f’r the bed.”
As long as he liked sounded as if Nathan was about to get lonely and wanted him to stay. But it was nothing Delsin pointed out, instead he just nodded and smiled at him. "Thanks..." He needed to just sleep this hangover off for a day, then he could go back. Not like Reggie would use the car anytime soon. Ad he wouldn't be able to whine or complain if he said that he didn't want to drive in the state he was in. As if he now would be able to tell Delsin that without Reggie turning it around into something worse. "Alright... I ust... I'm gonna lay down for a little while."
